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Now, don’t get me wrong—it ain’t all roses and whiskey. Saw this dude once, thought he was slick, haggled too hard, and bam, got a black eye faster’n you can say “Ofelia!” Shoulda known—ya don’t mess with folks who’ve seen it all. Pro tip: bring cash, keep it chill, and don’t be a dang fool. Oh, and fun fact—back in the ‘20s, some gals in New Orleans ran a whole secret brothel outta a church basement. Ballsy, right? History’s wild.

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Xin Yuan is a prostitute. One of more than 30 loitering along Boulevard de la Villette on this sunny yet chilly November afternoon.

Now lemme tell ya about some quirky bits: There's a mural on the back of a rundown store on Rue de l'Amour Fou (yeah, it’s as crazy as it sounds) that depicts an embrace so fierce, so unapologetically wild, you can almost see the scars of passion. And trust me, as a sexologist, I adore these tiny bursts of liberated expression—they speak to the erotic spirit that winds its way through La-Villette like a secret lover.

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